The swordfish went on the gill. This was my second “last time” and if there ends up being a third, I won’t beat myself up over it. The reminder of the environmental impact should help guilt me out of it, although if I then find swordfish at Whole Foods it’s back to pure will power.

I also mentioned my dilemma to my NWR list and the conversation went:

“Your one meal of swordfish is not gonna mess up you or your baby as bad as a week long cocaine binge or a daily snack of lead based paint chips.”

This would be easier to accept if I was replacing a daily snack of paint chips with questionable fish.

“Paint chips are fine as long as they’re lead free;) So, you COULD replace questionable fish with Behr Paint and Primer in one!”

So if I ever develop pica I’m set on what to eat then too.

There is my final meal in all its glory. Those are stunt vegetables by the way, in case this picture makes it to my cooking blog they look pretty and make it look like I eat healthier than fancy mashed potatoes. That’s a stunt plate too – I impulse bought some dishes at Target tonight just to use for photography.

Unfortunately being so thin, I think I overcooked it. That almost seems subconsciously intentional, so I’m not left remembering how amazing it is, like last time.

I bought the folic acid, picked up my birth control. I decided not to overshare with the pharmacist when he told me they only gave me one refill. Safeway pharmacy workers already know more about my body than either of us want them to already.